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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.