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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
CMW,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.