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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Mars,
the Human League,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.