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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.