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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.