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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers 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 Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Magma,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.