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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.