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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Wire,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.