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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.