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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.