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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Smog,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.