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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
the Human League,
Mars,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.