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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.