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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
MC5,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.