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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.