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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Smiths 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.