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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.