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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.