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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.