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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.