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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.