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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.