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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.