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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.