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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Index,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.