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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.