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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Moebius,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.