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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.