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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.