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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.