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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.