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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.