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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.