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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.