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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.