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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
The Wake,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.