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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Nirvana 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Crime,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.