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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.