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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.