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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
The Names,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.