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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.