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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.