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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.