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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.