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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Smog,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.