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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
UT,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.