Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.