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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.