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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Smog,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.