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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.