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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.