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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.