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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.