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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.