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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.