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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.