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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.