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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Technova,
X-102,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.