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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
UT,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.