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 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
MC5,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
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.