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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Technova,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.