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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
cv313,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.