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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.