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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
The Monks,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.