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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.