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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.