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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Can,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.