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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.