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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Television,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.