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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.