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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.