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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.