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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.