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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Index,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
JFA,
Mars,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.