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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.