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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.