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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
The Standells,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.