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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.