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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Visage,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.