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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.