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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.