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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Qualms to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.