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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.