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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.