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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.