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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.