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 Tonga and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.