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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Index,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.