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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Model 500,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.