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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.