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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.