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 Morocco and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.