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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.