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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.