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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.