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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
a-ha,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.