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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.