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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.