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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.