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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.