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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.