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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.