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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.