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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.