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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 New York Dolls 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.