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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.