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 Benin 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell 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?
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.