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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Gong,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.