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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.