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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Make Up,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.