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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.