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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.