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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.