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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.