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 France and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.