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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.