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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Slave,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.