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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Index,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.