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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.