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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.