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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 the Swans to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.