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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Gong,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.