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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Order to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.