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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.