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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.