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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.