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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.