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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
UT,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.