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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.