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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.