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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Nico,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.