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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.