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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.