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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.