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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.