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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.