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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.