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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.