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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.