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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
UT,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.