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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Interpol,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.