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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.