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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.