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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.