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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.