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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.