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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.