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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Section 25,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.