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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Moebius,
New Order,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.