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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.