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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.