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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
JFA,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.