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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.