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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.