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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Victims to the techno 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Monks,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.