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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
The Names,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.