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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.