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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.