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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.