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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.