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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
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.