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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.