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 Madagascar 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.