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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Index,
Cameo,
Nas,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.