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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Index,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.