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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert 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.