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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Suicide,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.