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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Suicide,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.