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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Index,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Q65,
MDC,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.