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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.