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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Index,
PIL,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.