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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.