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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.