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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.