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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.