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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.