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 Iraq and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.