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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.