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 Chile and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.