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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.