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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.