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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.