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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.