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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.