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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
ABC,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.