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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.