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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.