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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.