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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.