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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Zapp,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.