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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
The Names,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.