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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.