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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.