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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Qualms,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.