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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.