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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.