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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.