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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.