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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.