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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.