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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.