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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.