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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.