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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.