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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.