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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
the Slits,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.