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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.