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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.