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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Q65,
Can,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Television,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.