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 Panama and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Alphaville,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.