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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.