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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.