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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.