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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.