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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.