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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.