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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.