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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Swans,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.