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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.