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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.