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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.