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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.