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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.