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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.