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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.