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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.