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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Television,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.