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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.