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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.