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 Latvia and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.