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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.