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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.