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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.