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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.