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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.