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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Wings,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.