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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.