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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.