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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.