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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.