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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.