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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Index 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.