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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Monks,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.