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 Chile 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
X-102,
Franke,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.