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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Slave,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Technova,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Can,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.