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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
UT,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.