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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.