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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.