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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.