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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.