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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.