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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Index,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.