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 Romania and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.