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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.