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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Remains to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.