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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 808 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Fear,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.