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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Standells,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Qualms,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.