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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.