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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Fear,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.