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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Franke,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.