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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.