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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Oneida,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.