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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.