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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.