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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
UT,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.