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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.