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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.