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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.