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 Malta 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.