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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.