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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Can,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.