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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.