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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.