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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.