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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.