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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.