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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.