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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Nas,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.