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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.