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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.