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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Symarip,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.