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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.