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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.