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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Faust,
X-102,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.