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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Television,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.