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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.