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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Smog,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.