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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Raincoats 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.