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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.