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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Skarface,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.