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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.