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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.