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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Cluster,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Monks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.