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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.