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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.