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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.