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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.