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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
MC5,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.