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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.