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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Masters at Work 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.