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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.