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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.