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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Smog,
The Sound,
UT,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.