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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Shoche,
Can,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.