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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.