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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Visage,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.