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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.