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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.