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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Hoover to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.