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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.