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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.