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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.