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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Franke,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.