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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.