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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.