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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.