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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Television,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.