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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.