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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
JFA,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.