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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.