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 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.