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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.