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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.