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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.