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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.