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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
The Dead C,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.