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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
AZ,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.