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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.