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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.