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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.