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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.