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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Monks,
the Normal,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.