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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Jandek,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
the Association,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.