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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.