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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Wire,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.