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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Saints 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.