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 Netherlands 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.