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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.