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 Guatemala 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.