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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.