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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
a-ha,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.