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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.