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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.