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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.