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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.