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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.