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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.