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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Sixth Finger 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Gories,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.