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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.