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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.