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 Slovenia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Slave to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.