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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.