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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.