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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.