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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.