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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Residents to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.