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 Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.