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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Residents to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.