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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.