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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.