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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Human League,
CMW,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.