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 Jordan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.