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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
X-102,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.