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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.