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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.