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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.