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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Magma,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.