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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.