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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.