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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Television,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.