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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.