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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.