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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.