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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.