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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.