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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Index,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.