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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.