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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Brick,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.