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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Lyres,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.