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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.