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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.