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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Faust,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.