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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.