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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.