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 Malawi 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.