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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.