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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.