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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.