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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.