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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.