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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.