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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.