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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.