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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.