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 Portugal and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.