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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.