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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.