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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.