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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Index,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.