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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.