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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.