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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rod Modell 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.