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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.