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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.