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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.