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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.