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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.