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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.