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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.