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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.