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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Brick,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.