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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.