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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Monks,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.