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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.