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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.