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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.