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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.