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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.