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 Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Television,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.