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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.