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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s 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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.