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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
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.