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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.