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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.