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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.