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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.