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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Index,
Ossler,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.