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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.