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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.