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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.