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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.