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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.