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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.