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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.