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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.