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 Zimbabwe 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.