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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.