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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.