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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.