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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.