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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.