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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.