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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.