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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.