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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Monks,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.