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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Index,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Nas,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.