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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.