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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
X-102,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.