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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.