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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.