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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.