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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.