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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.