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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.