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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.