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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.