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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 Delhi and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Victims to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.