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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Japan,
Deakin,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.