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 United States and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.