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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.