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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.