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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.