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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.