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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.