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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.