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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.