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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.