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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.