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 Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.