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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.