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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Ossler,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.