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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.