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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.