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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Smog,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.