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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.