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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.