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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.