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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.