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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.