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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.