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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.