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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Section 25,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.