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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.