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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.