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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.