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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.