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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.