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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.