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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.