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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.