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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Parry Music 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.