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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.