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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.