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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.