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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
JFA,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.