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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.