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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.