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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.