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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.