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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.