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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.