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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.