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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.