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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Niagra,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.