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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.