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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.