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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.