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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.