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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.