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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Pole,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.