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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.