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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.